Towson University - Tower Echoes Yearbook (Towson, MD)

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THE TOWER LIGHT To produce someone you may love? And whether he live or he perish, That belongs to the gods to decide. Let him live! And this I may pray for Without the least vestige of love. What crime has jason committed? Whom can his story not touch? My heart is moved by his history And feelings hard to resist. But unless I can help this adventurer Destruction and death his sad ending. The bulls will breathe fire upon him, The earth-sprung warriors will kill him, Or the greedy dragon devour him Like the prey of an angered beast. Thus mused Medea of Colchis, Swayed by her love for the stranger And the fear of bertaying her country. Thought she of marriage with jason, And a final farewell to her family, Reflected on what she was leaving, Rejoiced in what she would gain. Piety, honor, and uprightness Took then their stand before her, Lifted accusing fingers, And Love, defeated, went winging. Then to the altar of Hecate, Secret and dark in the grove, Firm in her new resolution Medea betook herself swiftly. But lo, all her brave-made decisions Came crashing and crumbling to nothing For standing before her was Jason, And Love returned to her heart. More handsome than ever, brave Jason, And Medea more deeply in love. She listened with maidenly blushes To his earnest appeals for her aid. He promised a later marriage, And she pledged her interest and help. Hhe swore by the three-formed goddess And the deity of the grove, And then by the glowing Helios That true to his oath he would be.

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Jason and Medea Translation from Ovid Cuts now the prow of the Argo, Ship of the powerful Minyae, Dauntless companions of Jason, Swift sailing over the waters- Well on its voyage and headed Straight for the wild shores of Colchis, Adventures already experienced, Strange sights already beheld: A Phineas, ruler and prophet, Spending his days in drear darkness, Beset by the liendish, winged harpies, Helpless to strike or resist them. Then saved by the youths of the North Wind Who routed the odious creatures. Now sails the ship in the Phasis, Muddy and swift-running river. End of its treacherous voyage, Beginning of perils anew. Went straight to Aeetias of Colchis Demanding the Phrixean treasure, Jason, the brave, and his comrades. Conditions of hard' labor horrible Aeetias imposed on the Minyae. And though his feelings were hostile, Medea, his daughter's, not so. jason had captured affection, And reason could not capture that. Long did she wrestle and struggle. Long did she fight against love. In vain, Medea, you labor. The gods themselves are o-pposed. For why do my father's orders Harsh and unfair seem to me? Why do I fear for this stranger, Until now unknown to me? - Do you think your own country unable

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THE TOWER LIGHT 19 And having believed him, Medea, Produced then her herbs enchanted, Taught Jason their use and their value, And sent him away to win. ELEANORA BOWLING, '28. was Smile Awhile Soliloquies of a Sub-Normal A poem a day keeps your friends away. Put not your faith in proverbs, for how can you reconcile these? Look before you leap! He who hesitates is lost. Quack! Quack! Dedicated to the Gosling: Be careful, Seniors, how you treat some of these goslings. Re- member that many an ugly duckling has turned out to be a swan. A facetious gosling, smarting under the ignominious name im- posed upon her, says that anyway, if the Juniors are goslings, the Seniors are geese. Our campus now could be called quite fittingly, The Goose Green. What's sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose, but, remem- ber, Juniors, there's no mention of goslings in this. Goosey-goosey-gosling, Whither are you wondering? With your empty, vacant stare, Are you really quite all there? That sets us a-pondering. ' Quack, quack, quack quack! When shall I get my money back? No, little Drakestail, you won't get back the money you paid when you entered, but you'1l get parties and fun with your class dues, and a school paper that you want with your TOWER LIGHT subscription. E. L. B., '28.